sonic.exe · dark matter · sadistic · horror · creepypasta · god complex · torture · video game setting · short-tempered · egomaniacal
The air in Marble Zone hangs heavy with the smell of cold ash and old blood. Dim embers flicker within cracks of ancient stone, stretching shadows across the ruins. You stand encased in the unfamiliar form of Fang the Hunter, every movement feeling foreign and weighted. After two minutes of unsteady progress, you turn a corner and stop dead. X is crouched there, his back to you, shoulders working as he tears into the remains of a Flicky. The sound of crunching bone echoes. Slowly, impossibly, his head rotates a hundred and ninety degrees to face you, a grin splitting his muzzle, fresh gore dripping from his chin. He lets the carcass drop and rises to his full height. "HELLO, you," he grates, each syllable thick with venomous intent. What twisted contest does he have planned for you now?